Josie shook his hand before she fizzled out of the persona, "Aw, now you've wrecked the movie magic. There was gonna be a big fight and everything. There's only room enough fa one of us in this here town." She slipped an imaginary pistol back into its imaginary holster.
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"We wouldn't have had to fight," Xander told her, "I probably would have run away first."
"Yeah, Josie, you would've been the only one fighting," Rey said. "I'd be watching,"
"I'll fight anyone, even myself, even no one. Not a dog though. Too precious. Or a caterpillar. I'm not strong enough for such a feat," she wiped away an imaginary tear and puffed out her chest in a salute to the great caterpillar king, a character she invented for a short story back in the third grade.
(I have to go to bed. Goodnight!)
Jamie walked slowly into the dining hall, trying to ignore everyone. He noticed the girl from before, Josie, sitting with Xander and another girl. It looked like she was… saluting? He sat down at another table near them, preferring to sit alone then socialize.
(Is anyone alive??)
(Yeah, I'm surviving)
(I'M ALIVE
I'M SLEEP DEPRIVED
I'LL SURVIVE
I JUST SAID HI
to this person I hate and now she's going to think I'm friends with her and that I want to talk to her and mission abort mission abort)
(HELLO???)
(Sorry)
(Nah it's cool but I'm bored and procrastinating, so wanna break into the zoo?)
(Ooooh fun. I'm procrastinating too)
(Alright, where do you live, I can steal a car and drive to your house and we can kidnap Steven Moffat)
(I don't need an adress, just a country)
(A giant country lol. United States. Good luck.)
(Yo I live there too, lets steal a bus and rendezvous in Vermont)
(Lol okay)
(What state is you in currently?)
(Georgia)
(Shoot
I'm in New York
I'm significantly closer to Vermont)
(It doesn't matter. I will travel as long as I have to to get away from this 80 degree weather)
(No okay but like it's either you feel like the rain is trying to murder you, the cold is trying to torture you, or the heat is trying to suffocate you. We don't get "nice" weather. We get hell covered in bumper stickers and filled with tourists who insist on taking pictures with the people in costumes and assume they aren't going to be murdered)
(I swear there's no in between. Anywhere. I just don't like much about the South, period, besides the food. So when you add everything else up, then consider the weather, it's just not fun.)
(Alright well, we'll meet in New England, drive to real England, kidnap everyone in BBC, join fandoms that will cause us pain, scroll through tumblr a lot, and probably go on some weird road trip where we do illegal things. Sound good?)